We’ve built a happy home
created the life we wanted
the bubble that won’t pop
the reality blissfully skewed to our liking
With adopted children from the midsection
cousins in far away places
uncles and aunts
and mothers and fathers from all those places we’ve never been
Our family
medicatedpoeticladygrin
writers, conspirators, sympathizers, antagonists all
welcome home
linger yet
don’t stay away too long
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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August 7, 2009 at 12:58 pm
poeticgrin
M’Lady, almost brings a tear to my eye.
medicatedpoeticladygrin
What a great name for a child.
August 7, 2009 at 4:24 pm
jessiecarty
that middle stanza is particularly awesome. can i be adopted!
August 7, 2009 at 8:51 pm
Paul
woohoo, beautiful beautiful poemising,
August 7, 2009 at 11:49 pm
mariana
I am so happy for you, wish something like that happen to me sometime in this life
August 8, 2009 at 4:47 am
Uncle Tree
Reality is like a shish kebab.
Where there is smoke…
there’s a hunger in the mirror.
Lingerer’s get burnt
Good relatives are quite rare
Ghosts? Medium well
August 8, 2009 at 6:04 am
B. R. Belletryst
Adopted from the midsection? Hmmmm. Wouldn’t know who that’s about. (oh my god, do I have siblings?) 😛
Hehe. Another great poem, MedicatedLady. ♥
August 8, 2009 at 8:41 am
Val
You left out shit disturber and that completely disturbs me. Oh, would this be an example of shit disturbing? Why yes, it is! 😉 Just when I think you’ve shown us all your fancy schmancy baubles, you go and retrieve yet another jewel. Medicatedlady, Le Magnifique!
August 10, 2009 at 7:54 am
medicatedlady
Thanks to all. I wanted to give props to all of you for being part of this cozy community of writers and bloggers we have become.
In the 90s, Bryan and I would go into chatroom or create our own and we always drove the others away (Us–too much?). Now, we’ve tried blogging and my God, our dear readers are faithful. You are faithful.
All of you already presented here one way or another. Thanks for being part of the nuthouse.